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 For Jennifer,

the love of my life,
whose light holds twilight at bay.
Save for some whisper of the seething seas,
A dead hush fell; but when the dolorous day
Grew drearier toward twilight falling, came
A bitter wind ...

тАФthe bard Tennyson
 PROLOGUE
Fact-finding
The young Tymoran priest lay unconscious on his side, bound hand and foot with thick hemp rope. A
purple bruise was already beginning to form around his left eye. Vraggen eyed him coldly.
"Get him up," Vraggen ordered his agents.
Dolgan, the big Cormyrean, slung his axe and kneeled at the captive's side. He took the priest's face in
his ham hand and squeezed.
"Awaken," Dolgan said.
The priest groaned, but did not open his eyes.
"Well done," taunted Azriim. He stood beside Vraggen with a smirk on his dusky-skinned face. "Very
creative."
Dolgan looked at the half-drow with his typically thick expression and grunted, "Huh?"
Azriim, dressed in the green finery and high boots that he favored, flashed a smile at Vraggen.
"He never gets the joke, does he?"
Vraggen made no reply. To Azriim, everything was a joke.
"I don't?" Dolgan asked, still dumbfounded.
"Wake him up," Vraggen said to the Cormyrean warrior.
"And try not break him," Azriim added. "We need him capable of speech."
Dolgan nodded, turned back to the captive, shook him by the shoulders, and said, "Wake up! Wake up!"
The young priest groaned again. Dolgan lightly tapped his cheeks, and after a moment, the priest's eyes
fluttered open.
"There," Dolgan said. He stood and backed away a few steps to stand beside Azriim and Vraggen.
The priest's bleary eyes cleared the moment his situation registered. He struggled against his bonds, but
only for a moment. Vraggen waited until he saw resignation in the Tymoran's eyes before he spoke.
"What is the last thing you remember?"
The captive tried to speak, but found his mouth too dry. He swallowed, and said, "You abducted me
from the streets of Ordulin." He looked around the cell. "Where am I?"
"Far from Ordulin," Vraggen replied.
Azriim chuckled, and the sight of a laughing half-drow must have unnerved the Tymoran further. His
face went pale.
"What do you want?"
Vraggen stepped forward, kneeled at the priest's side, and said, "Information."